Here's a list of things that I saw within the span of an hour and a half while researching nightlife places in Nové Mesto:
- - A person was lying motionless on the concrete and a policeman was crouching next to him. When I was two blocks away, an emergency vehicle sped past.
- - Three times I was accosted by young people with unkempt faces, my age. Was asked for spare change.
- - An old man waiting at a tram stop yelled: "Everyone, let's go home on foot!" And then he set out away. Everybody else at the tram stop ignored him.
- - A man was sitting on a ledge, half rocking, half crossing himself. Seemed drunk and suffering.
- - A woman with hoarse voice was scratching at the glass door of a closed grocery store, pleading: "Just the cigarettes!"
- - A thunderstorm appeared out of nowhere. It was the kind of rain where raindrops seem to bounce off the pavement and make bubbles as they hit the ground.
- - I ducked into the first open gate that I saw. Then I noticed the yellow poster on the gate, which featured two hearts joined by an arrow, and identified the place as an "erotic bar". It also informed me that they have "happy hours" every day until 8pm, when a "full-service half-hour" comes at "patriotic prices".
- - Waiting for the rain to stop, I listened to a conversation between the bouncer (a skinny old man wearing shorts and a Hawaii shirt) and a buzzed Russian boy drinking rum with coke from a plastic coke bottle. I'm not going to reproduce it here, maybe aside from one thing: when the boy offered the bottle to the old man, he refused, saying he was at work.
Anyway, Nové Mesto seems like fun.